Yeah (Remix) DJ D Double D (Ft. AKA, Da L.E.S. (ZAF) & YoungstaCPT)

[Intro: AKA]
I think I found one, Double D

[Chorus: Da L.E.S]
The sound of money in the money machine (North Side)
We just got back from California and we smoking cheese
Throwing money in the air 'till it hit the floor (Hit the floor)
All my bad bitches on the couch stuntin' 'cause you know what to do (Yeah)
That's my DJ standin' with the bottle of Hennessy (That's my DJ Double D)
(Yeah)
We them niggas moving records out to feed the streets (Yeah)
Paparazzi taking pictures when we at Caprice (Yeah)
And we don't fuck with anybody hating on the team (Yeah)

[Refrain: Da L.E.S]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: AKA]
North God that's my brother
Let me crash for like six weeks when I was going through my drama
Godfather to my daughter, godfather to his daughter
Birthdays was the worst days, now the champagne like water
Two foreigns, three lawyers
I need a challenge, I don't even wanna rap no more
I just wanna do pop star for the mess
What you think I got this Michael Jackson tattoo for, huh?
Niggas busy asking 'bout the jacket, I tell them that's cool tour
Summer at the summer, is he gon' dala what you dala?
Or you gon' let me check the sinsemilla in the Chris Hani Baragwanath
[?] is a motherfucking bread and butter
Most niggas don't own shit, that's what I discovered on the come up
Young man get your zaga